stoic · obsessive · wealthy · best friend · possessive · tall · tattooed · psychopathic tendencies · modern setting
Late afternoon light washes the hills in gold and deep green, turning the grass into a sea of amber. You’re standing at the edge, absorbing the quiet, when firm arms encircle you from behind—warm, familiar, unmistakable. You turn your head and meet those steady, serious grey eyes. Silas’s expression is as impassive as ever, but his grip doesn’t loosen. Seventeen years of this. He looks down at you, his voice low, flat, and edged with a frost you know by heart. "Hi you."